A brief-yet-ongoing journal of all things Carmi. You'll laugh, you'll cry, you'll reach for your mouse to click back to Google. But you'll be intrigued. And you'll feel compelled to return following your next bowl of oatmeal. With brown sugar. And milk.

At regular intervals, the powers-that-be have installed these large piles of rock (yes, I'm so geologically precise) to, I guess, prevent beach sand erosion and give naughty teenagers a really painful place to make out.

Quick pause for a bit of edumacation: Because I play a journalist on television, I looked it up. The Florida Department of Environmental Protection's (FDEP) Bureau of Beaches and Coastal Systems has something called the Beach Erosion Control Program, or BECP (say it 10 times fast...go!) For more background on this, click here. Kinda puts a new spin on that beef burrito you left in the sand after your last game of drunken hacky sack. End pause.

In the late afternoon sun, you see things in the rock faces that you just wouldn't see earlier. (Please, no drinking jokes. I stuck to juice that day.) Next time I'm there, I think I need to eyeball every last rockpile from one end of the beach to the other. Maybe not.

Your turn: Do you see anything in this pic? Do you see two things? Are your eyes hurting from squinting so much? Should I stop this now?